I wrote this back in the 8th grade so its a bit immature but I like it=].


Is many things

Like love

Love is beautiful

It is always there to support you

Never should you think

That no one loves you

Someone, somewhere does

A place where you feel safe

Sometimes you wonder

Is this right?

Did I make a mistake?

It will always seem

To turn out okay

*Love is giving someone

The chance to

 Destroy you but

Trusting them not to*

That is what is



Feeling safe


Love is its definition

[*] this means its not mine--the stanza in this poem is a quote from an authour unknown.

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